Midnight no. the 14th.

Sundance came east.

Midnight no. the 13th.

It seemed like such a good idea at the time...

I put on the tie for this a.m.'s meeting...

...but am (thankfully) out of practice.

Midnight no. the 12th.

Sundays are for Battlestar, no matter where you are. Fixing tech probs as we type. Exciting, non-stop pc and tv lifestyle.

Midnight no. the 11th.

Despairing of the many oceans' dark, cold, lonely depths, the spirited young mako climbed higher than advisable. (Grain and after-effects courtesy of a dead battery and borrowed celly. If you ask me, it works).

Midnight no. the tenth.

My name's Ash. Oh, yours is Ash as well? I have absolutely no follow up to that.

Midnight no. the Xth

Pix are being taken, but tech problems are keeping them from uploading. Fixed tomorrow.

Midnight no. the ninth.

It is midnight, and although his voice grows louder with each passing moment and each tip of the tumbler, I am still able to dismiss the counter-productive suggestions of this mirthful god of drinking.

Midnight no. the eighth

Midnight snackin' - handmade this and that at the request of drunked friends. (P.S. the game plan for now is to observe midnight in my home time zone, unless I decide to disregard such game plan for artistic or inebriation-related reasons).

Midnight no. the seventh.

The mottled pits and valleys of the copper bartop are a topographical representation of the mathematics of poor impulse control.

12. Nicknames Which Have Not Yet Found Their People.

1. Fingercuffs.
2. Tron.
   
3. The Geech.
4. L-Fed.
5. Boner (Heather, this is your nickname. Live with it. Own it.)
6. Captain Tabbypants.
7. (The) Piper.
8. Krylon.
   

Midnight no. the sixth.

We drained the crystal decanter of its magical amber happy juice.

Midnight no. the fifth.

Snow covered decks and hot tubs, oh my.

Midnight no. the fourth.

My gloving plan prooved ineffective, as it failed to include in its matrices proper factors of correction.

Midnight no. the third.

My everything is cold.

Midnight no. the second.

Cold night, good talk, then dance, dance, dance. Added bonus: Johnny Five is alive! And home from the hospital.

Midnight no. the first.

Pure adrenaline excitement. An audacious and auspicious beginning, with a smooth and silky finish. And only 16 days late!

vile evil, omens on the horizon

The sky warned, but I would not listen. Long story short, I discovered last nite that, thanks to the miracle of television, it is now no longer possible to stay in a poolhouse without on some level expecting Marissa to take a pill induced header into the pool outside at some point between sundown and sunup.

p.s. archives more than a couple months old hopefuly up later this week.

F Everyone's I

Johnny 5 is alive. Crutches are so hot right now.